When did we call become so
Infuriated by the rain
and the sunshine
Impatient to run
and wait in line
Insecure of space
and empty time
In days where the end
was made by the farmer's hand
pinching the flame out
There were only rows
the sun and rain made
over a season grow
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
When did we call become so
Infuriated by the rain
and the sunshine
Impatient to run
and wait in line
Insecure of space
and empty time
In days where the end
was made by the farmer's hand
pinching the flame out
There were only rows
the sun and rain made
over a season grow